speaksoftly_ari

I like to write things. Sometimes they're pretty, sometimes they aren't.

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  • speaksoftly_ari 52w

    I miss the days when

    Joy

    Was a moment

    Not

    A memory


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  • speaksoftly_ari 52w

    I miss the days when

    Cutting

    Was for paper hearts

    Not

    Wrists


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  • speaksoftly_ari 52w

    I miss the days when

    Crying

    Was a release

    Not

    A habit



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  • speaksoftly_ari 86w

    I love
    How you assume
    What I mean
    Before I have
    A chance
    To say it

    How close we must be

    Yet how strange
    It is
    To feel ever more




    Distant


    -Arielle Andrews-

  • speaksoftly_ari 86w

    I am not allowed to be sad
    They say
    They will not let me

    But

    You can paint a smile on a monster
    It is still a beast


    -Arielle Andrews-

  • speaksoftly_ari 86w

    Oh, how I wish my life were as poetry
    A sonnet of rhythm and rhyme
    But alas, my world is a puzzle of puzzles
    And the rules change with every line


    -Arielle Andrews-

  • speaksoftly_ari 86w

    To be in love is easy
    To love is hard


    -Arielle Andrews-

  • speaksoftly_ari 86w

    You say depression is not beautiful
    And trust me, I agree
    There is no rhyme or melody to this melancholy
    It doesn't read like a novel-
    It cannot soothe like poetry
    It just is
    The big the end
    You day you don't understand, well, I
    Can't help you there my friend
    I am not the book you seek to read-
    Nor am I its author-
    I am the lonely tree cut down
    And burned, disfigured, and stuffed
    To fit a spine it hadn't asked for

    You say aren't I in therapy? And
    Doesn't that help?
    The short answer is yes, but you
    Need to understand that therapy
    Is the Robin egg blue you paint
    On a dilapidated house
    Or the Roses you plant to hide
    The sickly green around it
    But therapy doesn't straighten the
    Shaky foundation or rewire the
    Busted lights
    Therapy has the finances to polish-
    But no permit to correct

    That's why I take four kinds of medications
    Well, there, you say
    That solves the problem
    And, oh, my friend,
    I wish things were that easy
    You see,
    Depression is not a problem
    To be solved
    It cannot be fixed like sudoku
    Nor played like solitaire
    It is a permanent roommate
    Avoiding rent in my head
    And medication is a temporary
    Restraining order
    Keeping the depression at bay
    But the monster is always there

    And you're right, my friend,
    Depression is not beautiful



    -Arielle Andrews

  • speaksoftly_ari 86w

    They called us crazy because we had vision and they envied it.


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  • speaksoftly_ari 91w

    Can we, if only just for a moment, pretend like we're terrifyingly, maddeningly, in love?


    Arielle Andrews